Heal traumas pass, bring you down to your knees
Crystals vibrate, soundbows hum
Energy flows where your heart strings from
Healing touch, reiki in the mix
Higher self-communication, cosmic fix
Orgone tech, balance the chi
Block that negative, set the spirit free
Deep meditation, come closer to soul
They travel in the time of the prophets
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone
We’re only at home when we’re on the run
On the run
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
For the words of the prophets
Were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
Echoes with the sounds of salesmen
Of salesman, of salesmen, oh
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
“And tenement halls”
Echoed in the sound of silence
And the sign said “Long-haired freaky people
Need not apply”
So I tucked my hair up under my hat
And I went in to ask him why
He said “You look like a fine upstanding young man
I think you’ll do”
So I took off my hat, I said “Imagine that
Huh! Me workin’ for you!”
Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It’s gettin’ kinda long
I coulda said it wasn’t in my way
But I didn’t and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Yes, I feel like I owe it to someone
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Delilah she climbed up on Samson’s knee
Said tell me where your strength lies, if you please
Then she spoke so kind, she talked so fair
That Samson said, Delilah you cut off my hair
You can shave my head, as clean as my hand
My strength will come as natural as any other man
They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king
But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing
These are the works of man
This is the sum of our ambition
It would make a prison of my life
If you became another’s wife
With every prison blown to dust
My enemies walk free
I’m mad about you
I’m mad about you
If you can’t cut it, don’t pick up the knife
There’s no reward in your conscience stored
When you’re sleepin’ with another man’s wife
I was cutting a rug down at a place called The Jug with a girl named Linda Lou
When in walked a man with a gun in his hand, and he was looking for you-know-who
He said, "Hey there, fella, with the hair colored yellow,
"What you trying to prove?
"Cuz that’s my woman there, and I’m a man who cares
“And this might be all for you”
I said, “Excuse me!”
Have I told you 'bout the case
Of the man who had no face? (Sure I have)
His wife suspected something
That’s why she brought me in
We arranged to meet one night
At a bar called Aphrodite’s (On Second Street)
When I looked into her eyes
I very quickly realised (the danger)
The price was right, the deal was struck
I don’t think that she gave it a thought
Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don’t know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies doesn’t seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change don’t you know that when you
Play at this level there’s no ordinary venue
It’s Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings or this place!
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky then the god’s a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
There’s a rainbow over my shoulder
When you came, my cup runneth over
You gave me your heavenly love
And if one night you hear crying from above
It’s ‘cause heaven must be missin’ an angel
Missin’ one angel, child, 'cause you’re here with me right now
Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel – Tavares
-“BB”-
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we’ve been told, and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong, wait and see
Someday we’ll find it; the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me
Kiss me extra tender
Hold me extra tight
‘Cause I’m savin’ your sweetness
For a lonely night, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
No more heartaches
Now that I’ve found a love so true
Got a pocketful of rainbows
And an armful of you
Rainbows Rainbows
Rainbows Rainbows
Lois Lane please put me in your planner
Yeah, Lois Lane you don’t need no Super Man
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of kryptonite
(I am, I am)
I am Superman and I know what’s happening
(I am, I am)
I am Superman and I can do anything
You don’t really love that guy you make it with, now, do you
I know you don’t love that guy 'cause I can see right through you
When I look into your eyes, you don’t believe me
I can see it in your eyes, you don’t believe
And the face I see before me
Is both sides of a mirror
You really know you’ve got a hold on me
And the face you’re looking into
Is both sides of a window
Any way you look, you see through me